Marrying on your behalf: the abandoned concubine of the cold-faced prince

Chapter 125

The little nun quickly lowered her head and said: "Master is too bad, the emperor lost his temper in front of the empty Zen room."

"Oh, it's really fast." The teacher touched the small porcelain bottle in her arms and quickened her pace: "Okay, let's go quickly."

Before I got to the courtyard, I heard the emperor yelling loudly: "They are all a bunch of idiots, and if you serve one person, something will happen. If there is something wrong with Furong, I will cut off your tongues."

The maids and eunuchs kneeling all over the ground in the Buddhist courtyard, the emperor had sent several maids here half a month ago, the eunuchs came to serve Furong, the master saw the emperor's face flushed with anger, and quickly stepped forward to be rude: "Amitabha, What's wrong with the emperor? Has the emperor's throat disease improved recently?"

Seeing the teacher, the emperor snorted coldly: "Hmph, teacher, aren't there enough scriptures in the palace for the teacher to worship? How can you let Fu Rong prick her tongue and blood to write scriptures?" Ever since the emperor saw Fu Rong, there has never been He has been called Furong's dharma name. Anyone who calls him like this knows what the emperor is thinking.

The teacher said with a smile: "Hehe, the emperor's hot weather, how about sitting in the poor nun's meditation room, there are good red bayberries in the poor nun's room, which are fresh and juicy, and can quench your thirst."

The emperor looked at the closed door of the meditation room, lowered his head and sighed: "But Fu Rong is still inside, hey, why did you think of retreating to write scriptures? I don't want to live a long life, I don't want blood The scriptures I wrote pray for me, I just want to find someone who can talk to me."

The teacher quietly walked into the emperor's side: "Although the emperor can quench his thirst by looking at plums, he can't really quench his thirst. The poor nun has a way to make the emperor really have this red bayberry."

The emperor's eyes lit up: "Really? What way?"

The master smiled and said: "Your Majesty, the tea in the poor nun's room is also delicious. How about moving to the poor nun's meditation room, Your Majesty?"

Ah. Furong's chest seemed to be aching. She dropped the blood-stained pen and covered her chest. Her already pale face had now become transparent.

He has been in the palace for two months, and the emperor comes here every day, sitting for several hours, with the deep emotion in his eyes, anyone can know what he is thinking.

There was a plate of blood mixed with cinnabar on the desk, and scriptures that had already been written. The words were all bright red, and the pain in her heart disappeared. He let out a sigh of relief: "I guess he's gone." Faltering in front of her eyes, Fu Rong staggered, and insisted on walking towards the bed.

Lying on the bed, Fu Rong remembered Mo Kun's words three days ago: "Fu Rong, remember to make the emperor like you, make you a concubine, if you don't obey, I swear you will never see Mo Li. "

Furong lay slowly on the bed, tears from the corners of her eyes flowed down her ears and into her gray temples, only a few days later, her white hair sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain, why are these mundane things like being a monk still bothering her?

She can no longer get close to the emperor, and can't let Mo Kun's plan succeed. When this Diamond Sutra is finished, she will probably die of blood, and making her a concubine is probably only the first step of Mo Kun. There's some conspiracy, she can't be at Mokun's mercy anymore.

It's just that Mo Li, my daughter, was a mother who was selfish at the time, and she was so lonely at that time, so she gave birth to you, but who knew it would bring you a lifetime of misfortune.

Fu Rong closed her eyes, crackling the rosary in her hand, and muttered: "Mo Li, Mo Li, mother misses you so much, where are you now?"

(End of this chapter)